Dernière Danse [Jikook]

27

Love The Way You Lie pt 2- Skylar Grey and Eminem

Jimin swayed between his feet, crashing to the wall in lightheadedness out of no where when his vision just blurred out. Even the glass of water on his hand slipped past his finger tips, crashing to the wooden ground in dozens of pieces.

Shit, even after eating a bowl of ramen that Jihyo made him, he still feels like shit.

Well what can he expect? Not like he's going to, or his body, feel better with just a bowl of ramen.

Jimin shakes his head to the thought and glances to the multiple pieces of glass on floor. Without pondering his annoyance so much, he moves carefully to the side and gets the cleaning utensils. Quietly he cleans up his mess, irritated as it is, and having this shit is like a poke of a wooden stick to his damn skin.

He's not as angry as he should be, or would like to be at the moment. Yeah, annoyed yes, but not raging. What happened with the press is already something he expected to happen, but what he didn't like was how Jeongguk was also involved when it regarded to Jimin's own back story.

Reporters are too nosey, and if that worked in getting into Jeongguk's head to have a negative effect for the following practices than he will be damn sure to provide a message.

The last thing he needs is for Jeongguk to fucking drop him because of a few mean words.

Angrily Jimin throws away the broken glass, just about ready to watch the performance today from the tape Jackson sent him but a knock on his door catches his attention.

Ugh, please don't let it be Jihyo again. He's already eaten enough as it is. Well enough for his body to handle.

Even though he'll just throw it up afterwards.

With great dread, Jimin drags himself to the door. He makes sure the silk olive green robe on his body snuggles well around him to not reveal too much skin, before grabbing the door knob and opening it.

And who he saw was someone he clearly did not expect at all.

His grip on the door knob tightens, eyebrows furrowed, "Namjoon?"

The dirty blonde haired male stands there, hands in his pea coat with eyes finding Jimin's own icy gaze. He looks presentable today, even his hair is styled nicely back to reveal more of his facial features. Looks like he just came from a business meeting but after knowing him for some time now, Jimin knew that's just his typical style when he faces the public.

Out of all people, Jimin clearly didn't see his presence being the last face he'd see tonight.

And he's not going to deal with him either.

So Jimin's face twists hideously and goes to slam the door shut, but Namjoon only places a firm hand against it.

"We need to talk."

Jimin rolls his eyes, "Look, I don't fucking care about what happened to us-"

"It's not about that," Namjoon bellows, teeth gritting together, "It's about Jeongguk."

His hold carefully falters from the door, just for a split second.

Jeongguk?

What now about Jeongguk?

He already made his statement clear at the dorm, what more is there to say?